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Thursday, December 27, 2012

* I have three
kids. My newest is Eli, 9 months old. My brain is so completely
fried after having three kids that I can't remember to call Eli by the right
name!! I use his brother's name. His sister's name. His dad's name. I've even
called him names we were considering when I was pregnant. Maybe we picked the
wrong name, I don't know. Oh, well. Either way, we sure do love little
what's-his-face. :-)

* The mere thought
of my kids growing up and moving away brings me to
tears. I’m already telling my
5-year-old, “One day you’ll get to grow up, get married and live down the
street from Mommy!! Won’t that be
GREAT?”

* With each new
child, I forgot everything I had previously learned about babies. Everything!
When do they eat real food? When
do they pull up? When do they
babble? Don’t ask me! It’s not like I’ve done this three times or
anything.

* I am sooooo sick
of breastfeeding. Don’t get me wrong—I’m
very glad I’ve been able to do it for 9 months this time around, and I know
it’s really good for the baby. BUT. I’m so tired of trying to find a place to
feed him in public when I have my other two kids with me. And my baby won’t take a bottle at all, so I
can’t be away from him for too long. It
feels like my life revolves around feedings sometimes. There are worse things for sure, but I’m
definitely looking forward to getting my body back.

* We are seriously
considering giving the baby nothing but diapers and wipes for Christmas this
year. I’m not trying to be cheap or
anything, but we still have all of my older kids’ baby toys and we’re up to our
eyeballs in plastic crap around here. Not
to mention, I know he’ll only want the boxes and bows. I’m not a horrible mom, right? Right??

* With my first
and second kids, I read the milestone charts and knew exactly what my babies
would/should be doing and when. Yeah, I
don’t do that so much with numero tres.
So when Eli masters a new skill, we’re genuinely surprised. We’re like, “Hey, he rolled over! I forgot they do that!”

* Sorry if this
sounds sappy, because it is, but….I so love being a mom. Sometimes my husband and I daydream about the
things we’d do if we didn’t have children.
We’d travel, a lot. We’d have a bigger house and a nicer car. Things would be unsticky, unbroken and
uncluttered. We WOULDN’T have a friggin’ mini-van parked in our garage. But we always, always agree that none of those things hold a candle to life with
our three little ones. As I’m typing
this, my daughter is literally licking my face, pretending to be a dog. You can’t buy that, people.

* If I could birth a 6 month old baby (not size wise, just age wise) then I probably would. My baby was a screamer and cried non-stop for basically the first 6 months of his life. He sure makes up for it now with his cuteness though, thank goodness.

* Speaking on the same subject. I believe I would like the infancy stage a little more if I hadn't breastfed. I truly think I was feeding for 80% of my day between breastfeeding (because they are so slow at first) and pumping after to ensure I was getting enough milk. It was a lot of work that I don't regret doing, but I don't think I enjoyed my little one as much as I could have.

* I have mastered the art of chugging a margarita/glass of wine in about 5 mins (or less) so I can get it through my system in order to breast feed later in the evening. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do to survive :)

* In order to keep Max busy while he zooms in his car walker, we usually have to sacrifice the dog. Max gets bored easily so we bribe the dog with food so she will stay around and he can chase her around the kitchen. It's no wonder his first word/sound is DA (for dog).

Since I having a child, I have become the biggest sentimental cornball! I cry at the drop of a hat now. However, crying during aerobics last Saturday took the cake.

Okay, so I am going to my weekly Jazzercise class, and it's the owner's 25th anniversary. All the instructors dress as Kim, the owner (keep in mind, they are all ripped- Jazz is no joke!), and have a special class honoring her. Kim's daughter calls her on stage to do a cool down to this Martina McBride song with lyrics about how a mom hopes her daughter thinks she is strong and wise.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Since I already had the lights strung up and everything from our photo shoot with the cousins, I asked my friend Claire if she wanted to bring over her kids for a Christmas photo. All FOUR of them! I figured I'd get some cute pictures of them as a thank you for her guest blog post. Cute is an understatement! Seriously, these kids are adorable. My boyfriend Gus was perfection, as usual. George was a doll. Of course we got major diva attitude from Miss CeCe. And Charlie had an absolute freaking meltdown and scream/cried through the entire session. Trying to get all four of them to look at the camera and smile was nearly impossible. I took about 500 pictures in a matter of minutes and just prayed that a couple would turn out. But just like the Mac/Alex photos, the bad ones are the BEST ones. Those are the ones where the kids' personalities shine through. I was laughing so hard during this session that I nearly peed my pants. Man, I love these kids. You've got to check these out!